The Child (poem) by Dr Annabelle R Charbit on AuthorsDen

The Child
by Dr Annabelle R Charbit → (All Poetry by Dr Annabelle R Charbit)
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Because the child suffers.
Euphoria, desire A flower opens A butterfly spreads its wings, Higher and higher The mood and the music, A lonely child sings Hungry and needing The child cries Impossible to satisfy, Wounded and bleeding Alone in the dark, Hurry or the child will die There’s horror, there’s hate The world is a cage But there’ll always be prayer and hope, So we procreate Pass on our despair And expect our children to cope For love Our only consolation We torment and abuse, The weak ones starve The strong indulge, But the child can only lose ***************************************************************************** Author of A Life Lived Ridiculously: When a girl with obsessive compulsive disorder, falls in love with a sociopath, she must fight for her sanity and her life Buy the book at Amazon Buy the book at Barnes and Noble *****************************************************************************

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on March 7, 2012

makes sense to me ... nicely scripted ...

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on March 6, 2012

Annabelle

The child in each and everyone of us craves attention and recognition.
It is not until we realize that child within us, that we really progress in life.
Intriguing write

Peter

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

We focus on the child, the helpless one. We should not throw the errant parent in jail, but somehow, someway, get that parent responsible for their offspring. Or is it just easier to focus on child?

Ron

Reviewed by Asa Seeley

what is so sad about this is 'the child' seems to never grow up. the world is filled with adults that are still that 'child'. thanks for sharing.

asa